The Coffee Project PLUNGE!
To make the wild idea real, I had to first buy a van. The quest began with questions, a lot of questions. What make of van would be the best, what model, what length. Do I buy new or used? Reading reviews became a nightly norm. Then viewings, test drives and cost comparisons. They say you build your first house for your enemy, the second for a friend and the third for you. Based on this fact and my bank account a used vehicle was the best option.
I honestly thought I wanted a cargo van, for that stealth look, one look at the passenger van and all its windows and my desire for a cargo van began to diminish. Other factors that played a role in the decision making.
- The tiny home/van life boom made finding a used van tricky. Used cargo vans had higher mileage and a lot less on the market.
- I wanted a high roof, me being realistic and although my bendy parts still bend, I am no longer that spring chicken and getting dressed in a single man tent has lost some of its charm.
- The bed needed to be a permanent structure and one that I could sit up in comfortably, (once again it goes back to those bodily bendy parts).
- It had to have room for a bathroom, not looking for one, or waiting in line for one, was a very appealing vision.
- I wanted a garage area.
- And of course, a kitchen prep area/fridge (no propane inside, but it would have a form of cooking for those inclement days).
- Storage for clothes, food, bikes etc., (reason for the garage).
To have all my must haves and not have a van that looked like an overstuffed burrito, I made my decision. Taking the plunge was scarier then I thought. Is this really happening, am I really going to live my dream as a gypsy? The answer was yes, a nervous yes, but no less a yes, and with an abundance of excitement 🚐 Stanley was born.
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